Narrative Essay About Moving To America

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That moment when it was our time to move. That moment my mom and sister were crying because we were moving way from everybody family,friends everybody and leaving everything behind. It was cold day. I think in America it was around january last. and was snowing cold really cold. and we been waiting for our day our day to move from nepal to america. Grandpa and grandma they were already came to america.We were really happy we just want to get here and see him but we didn't wanna leave our home country.Process take around year or so. Guy used to come in this buss that said IOM.We used to call it IOM buss. He came with this paper with name and he call the name really loud. and mom used to go up there to hear him call our name and one day he did …show more content…
That day it was little cold. i was running lot week before we were gonna move i broke my hand that was like 3 times breaking my hand and it could stop the process of moving so we had to fix it quick and we tryed it was hurting lot too but we did not show and tell them that i broke my hand. so it was the day guy came in this bus that says iom on it. He said “dahal family”. mom went and said “yes”. He said “you guys are leaving tomorrow”. Mom run to house and start packing it was not much time to get ready we packed such thing as possible. We all were wondering what it was gonna be like when we move where we going, we don't even no. Mom and sister were crying because we were leaving out middle uncle alone back home. Next day it was sunny day everybody outside our house waiting for us to get and go and have better life. our family and friends around 50 people outside our house. so we walk outside heading towards the buss mom and sister just crying there eyes off and when i want in and look back i start getting little tears on my eyes it was so hard to get going leaving everything behind. We were just like bird flying different places every

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